Young Georgie - I Have Nice Hair

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*Georgie's POV

Well, you know Sheldon. When he entered the classroom, he looked around, and some students gave him glances like, "He's cute." or "Look at his suitcase." with giggles here and there.

"Sheldon!" I called out after entering the classroom. "Are you comfortable here?" I glanced around the room and noticed both the girls and boys staring at him.

"Hello, Georgie. To answer your question, yes, I am comfortable. I can't wait to learn here. Are you?" Sheldon replied but then added, "…That is a stupid question from me. You're obviously not excited about learning."

"Oh ho, underestimating your older brother, huh? I bet I'll do better than you." I said, even though I knew I wouldn't.

"That is absolutely nonsense. I am more knowledgeable than you." Sheldon said with a smug expression. Well, he does look cute when he's like that, which made me chuckle a little.

"Why are you laughing? Are you laughing because I'm right? Does being right make it funnier?" Sheldon said with confused.

"Oh no, no… It's funny because…" I said dramatically. Sheldon became curious and stared at me, waiting for me to elaborate.

"What?"

"It's funny because…" I repeated, making him wait even longer. He grew irritated, "Because of what?"

"Because… you think you're better than me! And that's really cute! Haha!" I laughed and pinched his cheek.

"Stop it!" He pushed my hand away and glared at me. "I am more knowledgeable than you. Just so you know, my awards are numerous."

"Hmmm…" I narrowed my eyes at him and raised my chin slightly higher. "Let's see about that… huh." I snorted at him, and he gasped at my gesture.

After that, I smiled again and said, "Oh yeah, if you need me, I'm sitting back there." I pointed to an empty seat at the back of the classroom.

"Huh… seat of losers." Sheldon muttered smugly, trying to get back at me.

"...Loser that's gonna beat your awards! Haha!" I laughed as I walked to my seat.

Of course, I wasn't going to beat Sheldon academically—I didn't even want to. But this kind of thing motivates him to study harder.

Well, I need my scientist for my future company, right? Keep sharpening your skills, Sheldon, and make lots of money for me.

Huhuhahaha.

Hmm Sorry.

Sheldon seemed like he wanted to say something but stopped as Mrs. MacElroy entered the room. The teacher looked at Sheldon and then at me.

"Good morning, everyone. My name is Mrs. MacElroy, and I will be your homeroom teacher from now on." Mrs. MacElroy said while writing her name on the board. I only half-listened as I pulled out my notebook. "Oh boy…"

The notebook I pulled out was just a bunch of papers with random scribbles and doodles of boobies. I don't know why, but this mind of mine is full of naked women. Not that I hate it, but why draw them like some pervert when I could just try to get the girls instead?.

"All right…" I started jotting down ideas, mainly on how to make more money and utilize everything I knew and remembered.

There was an episode where Sheldon helped Dad calculate football strategies: how they'd win and what tactics they should use. Meanwhile, Meemaw bet on games using Sheldon's calculations. It's not like she gambled with less than a 90% chance of winning, right?

I could give Meemaw my money to join in and earn extra cash. That's easy money.

I could also… well, convince Sheldon to help other students study. When Veronica Duncan paid Sheldon to help her get a C, she paid him cheaply. I could become his manager and make extra money too.

Or maybe I could fix some broken gadgets and resell them. I have Sheldon, so of course, I could use him—uh, I mean, bond with him over it.

Or I could become a musician…

"…and this girl's blouse is diaphanous." Sheldon said, snapping my attention back to him. He pointed to a girl behind him wearing a sheer blouse that showed her bra. "…Which means I can see her brassiere."

Giggles echoed around the classroom, and I sighed at Sheldon's behavior. He's still immature—he's just a kid now. Well, I can't say if he'll change much as an adult.

"Thank you. I'll take that into account…" Mrs. MacElroy said, looking at Sheldon. She still managed to smile patiently. "We have a few minutes before I need y'all to fill out this form…" Her words were interrupted as Sheldon raised his hand.

"What?" she asked, looking slightly annoyed.

"Also, in violation of the grooming code on page 48—"

"Uhh…" I cut Sheldon off, drawing the teacher's and students' attention. "Yes, Georgie?" Mrs. MacElroy shifted her focus to me.

"…Sorry, Mrs. MacElroy. My little brother is just excited about his first day." I said, then turned to Sheldon. "Sheldon, don't interrupt your teacher. Let her finish talking, and then you can raise your hand to say something."

Sheldon listened and glared at me. "Why? You're interrupting me right now!" he protested.

I shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Nah, because I'm your older brother. Hehe."

Sheldon was annoyed and glared at me sharply. He said nothing and turned back to Mrs. MacElroy. "You have a bit of a mustache." he continued, ignoring me entirely.

The class erupted in laughter. I sighed and scolded Sheldon, "Hey, don't be rude to your teacher."

"Sorry, Mrs. MacElroy." Sheldon muttered.

"It's… okay." she said, though her face said otherwise.

The lesson continued with Sheldon constantly raising his hand. At least this time, he didn't interrupt Mrs. MacElroy and let her finish speaking.

A few hours passed, and I shared some classes with Sheldon. Several times, he tried to correct the teachers while they were explaining lessons. I didn't tell him not to correct them, but I did teach him to wait until they finished their explanation and allowed questions.

Well, it's still rude, but Sheldon couldn't help himself. Step by step, people. Step by step.

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* Third-Person POV

The bell rang again as Sheldon and Georgie left their classroom.

"Why do you always have to comment on everyone?" Georgie asked, looking at Sheldon walking beside him.

"Because everybody always makes simple mistakes. I don't know why the principal hired them as teachers." Sheldon replied, looking visibly annoyed. He had expected to learn something new and exciting in high school, but seeing the teachers' errors left him questioning why he was even there.

"Hey, I said don't be rude… or I'll tell Missy to chew on your toothbrush!" Georgie said, laughing beside him.

"You can't do that! There are a lot of germs in Missy's mouth!"

"…Or I'll be the one to chew on your toothbrush!" Georgie smirked as he said it, and Sheldon stared at him in horror.

"No, no, no, no, no! You can't do that either! I'll tell Mom about this!"

Georgie smirk, "Huh… baby." And walked away from him.

"I'm not a baby!" Sheldon shouted at him, trying to catch up to Georgie, who was already far ahead. Well, physical activity wasn't Sheldon's expertise. Even when he ran with his tiny little legs, he couldn't catch up to Georgie, who was just walking ahead.

"Hahaha…" They both walked past the music room, and Georgie heard the sound of a cello. He glanced inside and saw Ms. Fenley playing the instrument.

"Georgie, wait!" Sheldon voice echoed, and Ms. Fenley seemed to hear it too. She stopped playing and turned toward the entrance, seeing Georgie and Sheldon standing by the door with Sheldon catching his breath.

Meanwhile, a heated debate was happening in the principal's office.

"This is a stupid idea. This boy does not belong in our school!" Mrs. MacElroy protested to Principal Petersen.

Principal Petersen sighed, trying to mediate as George and Mary sat before him. "Come on, Vicky. It's just the first day. Why don't we all take a deep breath here?"

"To hell with that. Twenty minutes into my math class, he questioned my credentials!" Mrs. Ingram, the math teacher, added her complaints. George was stunned—Sheldon lasted twenty minutes without insulting someone?!.

"Twenty minutes?! That's really amazing of you…" George commented, but Mary's glare made him shut up.

"Oh yeah, your other boy, Georgie, gave me a look like he was going to beat Sheldon up if he said another rude thing. But even Georgie couldn't stop him from asking so many questions and being really rude." Mrs. Ingram continued with a scoff.

"Georgie?" Mary was surprised to hear her older son's name mentioned. "Is he doing okay with Sheldon?"

"Oh yeah, he apologized for Sheldon's behavior… until Sheldon couldn't hold himself back anymore, and Georgie couldn't stop him either." Mrs. MacElroy interjected.

"Really?!" George was shocked to hear this. "That's… really mature…especially from georgie…"

"You two are lucky, Georgie wasn't in my class while Sheldon was there!" another teacher, Mr. Givens, added angrily. "He accused me of being in breach of the hygiene code!"

Principal Petersen dismissed Mr. Givens' complaints. "Well, Hubert, it wouldn't kill you to shower… George, you seem surprised at Georgie's behavior regarding his little brother?"

"Umm… no." George lied after glancing at Mary's stern expression.

"Georgie is a protective brother, but Sheldon is special. We don't have another choice! He's got to stay here. We can't afford private school." Mary explained.

George added, "We can't homeschool him either. He's doing calculus and Euclidean… something."

Mary turned to the principal. "All I care about is my son getting the education he deserves. So, you're all going to figure this out!"

Principal Petersen looked at Mary and George, then at the teachers. A few seconds past with silent and Finally, Mrs. MacElroy suggested, "…How about Georgie stays with Sheldon all the time? It seems like Georgie can put a leash on him—sorry, I mean keep him under control."

Mary looked annoyed at the suggestion, but there was some truth to it. She held her tongue to avoid escalating the situation further.

"I think it's a great idea." Mrs. Ingram agreed.

Principal Petersen turned to Mary and George. "Can you talk to Georgie about this? I hope they're right about 'keeping Sheldon under control.'"

Mary and George exchanged looks. They were already planning to talk to Georgie this evening. Perhaps they'd need to discuss this arrangement too.

"All right, we'll talk to him—and to Sheldon." Mary sighed.

As they left the office, George whispered to Mary, "Are we really doing this?"

"Yes, we are. I already spoke to—" Their conversation continued in hushed tones as they walked toward the school entrance, where George returned to the football field to coach his team.